Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1887-03-12

in a cookie shell, and then anoints the
eyelids of a man who sits before him. A
dentist sits beside his sign, banner of
fringe, each thread of the fringe being
string of double teeth; the effect is striking
il not attractive, but is quite equal to the
dentists vis-a-vis, doctor with bottled
snakes and tigers claws. Queens Road
Central is lined with shops, and through II
let us hurry to Queens Road Hast, where,
of an afternoon, under the wide-reaching
banyan trees, with brown rootlets hanging
like moss from the branches, passes a
crowd most cosmopolitan. Here they
come, Corean with horse-hair mot Of the
shape worn by the witches of Salem, and
several Parsees, who are the descendants OF
the Fire worshipers of Persia, and form
quite an element in the merchant circles OF
the city. You can tell them by their curl
Gus headgear, g brimless hat with piece
inserted in the front so as to throw the hat
back the material seems to me to be a
polka dot calico vanished and over a
frame Two touches of the hand to the
forehead is the salute.
THE PARsEE weMEN
l can best describe by copying from a
letter of last year " A dress of soft mate
rial, of pearl gray, unconfned at the waist,
hangs in natural folds from the shoulders,
being draped or drawn little from side to
front and held by a loose jeweled band.
A close fitting white cap covers the head,
and to this is attached flmy vail OF In
dian silk, which gives itself to the breeze.
That l saw last year and the same TO-
day: but to it was added the most lovely
face l have ever seen-a pure Persian type,
olive complexion and dark, soft eyes. Sia-
mese and japanese, Burmese and negroes,
aua and ell
their own national costume makes the
effect of a fancy dress promenade. High
above all tower the heads Of the East In
dian police crowned with huge turbans of
scarlet, their fierce eyes and carried boards
looking ferocious enough to trighten any
offender. Jinrikshas, sedan chairs and an
occasional pony carriage are the vehicles
in which this world takes its airing. Pc
destrians, for some reason unknown to me,
abandon the sidewalk for the road.
PEOPLES, METHODS AND THINGS.
Here is evidently Chinese mandarin
coming in iinriksha imam power carri-
age) with two coolies. He is generously
gotten up in lowered damask of violet and
blue, and he looks with condeeension from
side to side He bows to me- His face is
familiar, and at last remember He is
the room boy from the steamer, to whom
lately gave two dollars and an old hat as a
tip. l begin to consume with modification
to think of the smallness of my gift, when
a second nod. as he rolls past me in state
tells me that l am pardoned. On the right
is the parade ground, above which, from
amid the trees, rises the square tower OK
ST. Johns Cathedral. On the left is the
perfect cricket ground, devoted, as are all
appropriate spots in the universe now, to
tennis There are neat barracks by the
roadside and on the hill, all of them the
homes of Mr.. Thomas Atkins, who
boasts that the sun always shines upon
some roof of his, and proud fellow be is
and carries himself well in his red coat or
blxe coat and jaunty cap. The road be-
comes less crowded. and presently passing
through a walled canyon between two
wooded hills
THE HAPPY VALLEY
Is brought TO view. Here is the race
course, and just by its side lie the three
meteries-Mohammed Roman Catho-
lie and Protestant. | could never tire of
wandering about the pleasant walks of
these hillside gardens, where nature is so
full of loneliness and life, the flowers so
sweet and the tropical luxuriance kept
within bounds by a careful hand, so green
and vigorous that death seems hardly to be
suggested eren when we read the names on
slabs and monuments. To me now there
is a greater pleasure in these glories of
earthly beauty for since l walked here a
wear ago, one whom | knew has put down,
in this robing room TO eternal life the
corruptible and PIT on the incorruptble.
To the peak, fourteen hundred feet above
the city, in sedan chair, gives one view
and breeze which bring a new lease of
life with them. Here in summer time,
when the city is boiling in the fearfully
hot. moist atmosphere below, cool breaths
and bracing climate are always to be had
Over the water is China. looking cloudy
and mysterious through the misty air, and
below lies the city where milk is sold by
and delivered in bottles; where Cinnamon
are not allowed out of doors after dark
without a pass; where the old institution
of the stocks is still in use; where no Gus
tom officials modest you; where pirates
live, and where the British flag oyershad-
ows the dragon at the very mouth Of his
lair. On the way down it is pleasant to
STOP AT THE PUBLIC GARDEN,
For the collection of trees is very valuable,
there being some remarkably fine speci-
mems of the banyan. Here sit, in pleasant
weather, the Chinese nursemaids with their
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Celestial policemen who stalk proudly
about in basketball and blue uniform it is
but an Asiatic reproduction of these scenes
across the water.
The native flora and fauna of the island
are not rich, but various insects and pois-
onous snakes of the cobra kind make up
for the lack, and are to be met with in all
the walks out of the city. The smallness
of the island would make an easy task for
some one to initiate good st. Patrick. The
houses, in Italian style, are ornamented
with stucco, and being white, make good
showing, surrounded as they are by groups
of tropical trees, camphor, palms, sage and
fern trees, with broad-leaved bananas, and
lace-like bamboos. The washing is done
in the streams, and the hillsides above the
gardens are fecked with the white clothes
bleaching in the sun. Bugle calls sound
from the barracks. The day is closing and
you see the coolie on his way home. He
carries his evening meal tied up with a
reed it is usually a fish or piece of lean
meat; but whatever it is, there is always
tied up with it bunch of leeks. Suddenly
the darkness of the tropics comes, and the
city lights seem TO leap out of the night.
The long crescent praya is line of glim-
mering lamps. The bugles from the bar
racks sound again, and with that sound
the cathedral bells mingle in harmony
our sword and our cross are inseparable.
CHARLES A. GUYS1soN.
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